SUMIRE AND SUZU: A VENUS VIXEN ENCOUNTER

A sultry night in the neon-drenched city. Mist hung heavy in the air, casting an alluring glow on the street below. Inside a speakeasy bar called "The Venus Flytrap", Sumire, a femme fatale with raven hair and eyes like sapphires, savored her drink. Her gaze, sharp and calculating, scanned the room, longing for someone. Someone like Rina. Sumire,